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In The Pool With Uncle Larry (available from Amazon as In The Pool With Taboo Larry)

By day, she
takes care of his kids. By night, she takes care of him.

Oh, there are
about a million reasons why Theresa should keep her paws off Larry. For
starters, he’s her uncle. In case that’s not enough, she’s been playing nanny
to his kids since their mother ran off. When Uncle Larry catches Theresa alone
in the pool at two in the morning (and doing more than just skinny dipping),
they can’t resist temptation any longer. Why does something so wrong feel so
right?

Theresa crept down the stairs, quiet as a mouse,
trying to remember which one squeaked—the second or third?She couldn’t jump over both of them, could
she?Well, she’d give it her best
shot.Anything was better than waking up
Uncle Larry and the boys at two in the morning, and having them all race from
their rooms to find her in the front hall wearing nothing but a towel.

Leaning into the bannister, Theresa heaved herself
over steps three and two, landing on one with a dulcet thud.As the naked pads of her feet met the
hardwood, her towel untucked itself.Her
breasts were the only things holding it up, and they weren’t much help.Her towel dropped to the floor, leaving her completely
nude at the base of the stairs.

Her heart hushed as she whipped around, looking up to
the second floor.She had that eerie
feeling, like someone was watching, but there was nobody up there.Her uncle and his two boys were tucked into
their respective beds, sawing logs.If
she listened closely, she could hear their gentle breaths rising and falling.

Theresa picked up her towel and wrapped it around her
bare body, then made her way to the kitchen.She flipped the lock on the sliding glass door, and then reached for the
childproof latch.The night was
velvet-dark, but the pool had subtle lights shining up from the base.It was actually kind of eerie.

Slipping from the air-conditioned kitchen into the
backyard’s tepid humidity, Theresa crept across the stone patio.Finally, the whole pool to herself!Whenever she wanted to swim during the day,
the boys had to come with her, and then she spent the whole time catering to
their safety.She never got a chance to
slip underwater and do laps.

As for the nudity?Well, that wasn’t really her style.She’d much rather wear her bathing suit, in case somebody spotted her,
but she’d tossed it in the laundry and there was no way in hell she’d go into
that scary basement at two in the morning. She’d just have to settle for skinny
dipping.

Gazing up at the fence to make sure no neighbours were
watching, Theresa slowly unwrapped her towel.She folded it up into a neat little bundle and set it on a deck chair,
then covered her breasts with both hands.The shimmer off the water danced against her light brown skin like rays
of sunshine, beckoning her into the pool.

LEXI WOOD is a sock puppet who came to life one night while
her keeper was out picking up Chinese food.When nobody’s around, she bashes her face against a typewriter until
stories come out. And those stories are shocking.

Lexi’s exterior is 53% acrylic, 37% nylon, and 10% recycled
tinsel.On the inside, she’s full of
bloodlust, wanderlust, lust-lust, bathtub gin, and pills she found on the
floor.She also got into those
tranquilizers you give your cat to get it in the travel carrier.You shouldn’t leave those things lying
around.

Handmade in Vulgaria.

When she’s feeling dirty, Lexi likes to be held in soapy
water and rubbed vigorously.In her
spare time, she sits on the shelf, waiting for someone to shove a fist in her
hole.

In this anthology by kinky queer Canadian Giselle
Renarde, a Domme and sub share their fetish with an old friend while a sword
collector pays five young men to fulfill her sex swing fantasy. Geeky grad
students chase tornadoes and tail while an unapologetic cougar gets licked by
three college girls. There’s an all-girl waxing
session, a vintage clothing enthusiast who’s shocked to discover her lover’s
“other woman” is actually a man, and a bureaucrat whose male escorts happen to
be angels. All this and so much more.

Twelve sexy stories are ready and waiting. On your
mark… get set… KINK!

Table of Contents

1. Knowing the Ropes

2. Five Body Blade

3. Elementary, My Dear Kathryn

4. Honey Trap

5. In the Eye

6. Waxing is for Pussies

7. The Other Other Woman

8. Tisha and Narine’s Afterhours Fetish Party

9. Wonderful Wing Boys

10. Debbie Does Dalhousie

11. Rainbow Night

12. Lesbukake

Excerpt (from Knowing the Ropes):

Jansey
squirmed against the rope, and against the ever-more-confining crotch of her
one-piece spandex skipping outfit.Her
pussy lips were thick and throbbing, and she’d give anything in the world to
touch herself right now.

“You
make it sound like I’m horny in a general way. I’m not.I’m only hot for…”Jansey lowered her eyes and her voice.“…only for you guys…”

Ruby
and Beatriz chuckled deeply.They were
holding each other now, and Ruby cooed, “You gotta beg for it, little sister.”

A
glimmer of hope shot through Jansey’s embarrassment.“Oh, I beg you… please!”

Beatriz
approached, inching slowly across the gymnasium.“Gotta do better than that, kid.”

Why
did they always call her kid, little sister, little girl? All four of them were
the same age, all in third year at university, and she wasn’t that much shorter
than Ruby or Beatriz.Maybe it was her
manner.Granted, she was a little more
childish than the rest of them—gullible and naïve at times, too.

“Please,”
Jansey said, this time with all the desperation she felt in her body.“I need you to touch me and kiss me and lick
me in all the right places, like you did that night.”

“It
will!” Jansey cried.She felt anxious
now, her skin itchy, clit pounding, like if they didn’t do it she would just
die.Her heart hammered so loudly it was
all she could hear.“Please…I
promise…please…”

Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and
contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women’s
Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance.
Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and
Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in
the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual
cats who sleep on her head.